As a follow up to my last post, I will share that I went back to the mall this weekend and bought a few more things for my work wardrobe, including a black skirt.
Actually, two black skirts.
Okay, actually three black skirts.
Apparently I'm trying to create some sort of uniform for myself.
This morning I put on the fanciest of the skirts because I had a new employee starting and I wanted to look like a boss.
Usually I get flowers for new employee's desks, but since this particular employee was a man and I wasn't sure how he'd feel about a vase of daisies, I decided to pick up some donuts instead.
I stopped by Dunkin' Donuts and was about ten minutes into my commute when I glanced down and saw a gigantic rip right in the front of my new skirt. And then I sat at a red light and contemplated whether or not I could keep a file folder strategically positioned over my right thigh all day without looking like a nut. In the end I decided that I couldn't, so I went home to change into a pair of pants. And I considered grabbing an extra outfit to just keep in my trunk in case I ever need spare clothes in the future.
My pants and I made it to the office in record time. I had to set up the new employee's user account and he needed to add numbers to the end. He said, "I'll just use my birthday. July eighth, nineteen NINETY TWO.
Someone born in 1992 is old enough to be a grown up and have a real job.
And I was born in 1988 and am considering keeping a spare outfit in my trunk.
Age is just a number.
Speaking of jobs, Matt works for a huge law firm and his boss told him that he'd have to go to University of Pennsylvania's law school a few days this week to answer any questions new law students might have about technology. Matt anticipated the question pool to be pretty shallow and was geared up for a week on easy street. He even considered bringing a few issues of American Hunter in case he had some down time.
And then he walked into the meeting on Monday and one of the firm's top partners said, "Now everyone, make sure to utilize your trial master, Matt."
MATT THE TRIAL MASTER.
It turns out his boss didn't give him the full story, and he was assigned to be working at the firm's trial academy for incoming associates from around the nation. The first day's mock trial had quite an impact on him and he's now contemplating law school.
He also sent me this text on his way home.
He held true to his promise because when he got home tonight he had a bag with half a dozen donuts in hand.
It was good to start the evening on a high note because after dinner we had to complete my open enrollment insurance information.
Insurance is not my wheelhouse. For example, when I got my first real job I brought the insurance information home for my dad to look at and said, "I didn't look at it too closely but they have a cafeteria plan! Can you believe it?" Because I thought a cafeteria plan meant lunch every day. And that I'd hit the jackpot.
And then my dad broke the news that this is the real world and a cafeteria plan is a type of health insurance plan. MAJOR BUMMER.
The insurance torch has now been passed to Matt. I think in our marriage vows we should have said, "I promise to love you in good times and in open enrollment."
In the last few months I had a full eye exam and ordered six months worth of contact lenses. When I made the appointments Matt asked if I used my vision insurance and I said no, because I didn't get vision insurance last year.
We logged into my benefits accounts tonight and Matt said "Let's check exactly what insurance you had last year so we can compare."
Guess who got vision insurance last year.
HAVE A DONUT MATT, AND REMEMBER HOW HAPPY YOU WERE TWO MINUTES AGO.
Luckily I still have my current insurance through the end of the month, so guess who will be getting a brand new pair of glasses next week?
I'm hoping that my vision will be better than ever. Maybe it will so clear that I will notice a rip in my skirt before I leave the house.